
Well, it's official. I started a partime gig at the local library this week and feel no smarter as yet. Certainly imagine I don't appear any smarter as I'm wading through the data entry and catalog systems, waiting for familiarity to rescue me.
Seems as if organizing, words and research are right up my alley. Who woulda thunk it, eh? hee hee.
The ladies there, in varying ages, are all very welcoming and well-read. I even get to push one of those carts around and get the books from the night drop box! Score!
Finally, the hours are very family friendly and Susannah is happy to have a reason to abandon me for the fun-filled environment of Nee-Nanny at least twice a week.
I'll be working two evenings, 2:30-8:30 p.m., and one morning, 8:30 to 2:30 p.m. a week. Galon thinks he can get home early enough one of the evening shifts to keep Susannah from having to go to daycare for all of three hours.
Already I'm amazed at how many folks try to get away with loaning, printing or copying without their library cards and/or expect the poor girl behind the counter to regonize who they are and pull the books they had on hold.
Hoping to get there-
the funny thing so far is since this is a small community, many of the faces I knew from working at the paper frequent the stacks and are mildly confused when they see me behind the desk.
One nice older lady even asked if I was doing an undercover story. At the library. Oofda.




